They live in the lonely lands where mighty rivers twist in long reaches between the barren bluffs. Where the prairies stretch out in billowy plains of waving grass, girt only by the blue horizon, across whose endless breadth he can steer his course for days and weeks and see neither man to speak to nor hill to break the level.

Farmers sell out, they retire, they die, and usually another farmer buys their land. Often times these farmers that are buying land have kids that are eager to take over and continue expanding the farm.